days at Hogwarts

Chapter 54 Roaring Letter

The next morning, as soon as Loren started to drink porridge, he heard a commotion overhead.

Hundreds of owls flocked in and circled the auditorium, dropping letters and packages into the conversing crowd.

A gray owl landed in front of Ron, the postman he had delivered yesterday.

The owl quickly put down the red envelope it was holding in its beak, flapped its wings in a panic, and left here with a flutter.

"Oh, no." Ron looked at the red envelope and shook his head, trying to lean back, not wanting to accept the red envelope.

"Roar letter!"

Neville cried out when he saw the red envelope. He looked very nervous, with a solemn expression, quickly put down the bread in his hand, moved his buttocks to hide away.

Loren, Hermione, Harry, and everyone else looked at Ron curiously.

The envelope lay trembling on the table, and it became more and more red, as if the balloon was being inflated, and began to expand.

Neville was so nervous that he couldn't stutter, "Take it apart quickly, you won't want to know the consequences of ignoring it."

Ron leaned his neck back, tried to keep his head away from the letter, stretched out his hand tremblingly, and opened the red envelope.

"Ron Weasley! How dare you, how dare you put me in such a perfunctory way?"

Ron's mother's voice exploded on the long table in Gryffindor, and the roar sounded like a speaker at the entrance of a supermarket blocked people's ears, with the volume turned up to the maximum.

Ron quickly shrank back in the chair, leaving only a red forehead on the table.

The students around him retreated a certain distance and quickly vacated an open space.Everyone in the auditorium was suppressed by the deafening voice, and turned their heads to see who had received the roaring letter.

"...Troll! You are more mischievous than your two older brothers. You probably never thought about how your father and I felt when we knew you were dealing with a giant..."

The sound rattled plates and spoons on the table and echoed deafeningly from the four stone walls.

"...You have to go home on the weekend and see how I will deal with you then."

The roaring stopped, and Loren felt his ears were still buzzing, the roaring in the air. The red envelope burned, curled and turned into ashes.

Students in the auditorium all experienced transient tinnitus and deafness.

Seamus sat down again, and he said loudly, "Is this the Howler letter? Cool!"

Dean only saw Seamus open his mouth, but there was no sound. He also shouted at the top of his voice, "What are you talking about? Why don't you make a sound?"

"Why do you just open your mouth and not make a sound?"

"I can't hear anything!"

"Ah~~~"

Similar conversations took place among little wizards, who regarded it as a novel experience and found it very interesting.

Brothers George and Fred looked at each other, opened their mouths, "Ah~" and "Oh~" and made all kinds of strange sounds, laughing happily.

The voice of talking gradually sounded again, and Loren continued to drink porridge.

"It just so happens that you'll be able to buy your own wand this weekend." Harry wasn't too worried about how Ron would be dealt with. They had already dealt with the troll, and Ron's mother couldn't be more terrifying than the troll.

"That's really convenient." Ron said angrily, his face still a little pale.

Seamus leaned over, his voice still loud, "Ron! Next time you have a shouting letter, you must call me!"

……

On Friday, there was only one morning Potions class today, after which the first year students' weekend began.

In the Gryffindor lounge.

Loren and Hermione were sitting side by side by a window, and they were busy with their own affairs. Hermione was reading a book, and Loren was revising a paper on the medicinal properties and effects of aconite.

"The sun came out from the west today, and the old bat didn't deduct Gryffindor points?" Ron spread out on the chair, with milk candy wrapped in his mouth, "He must have been stimulated by something."

Ron was talking to himself, and soon his own magical imagination began to unfold in his mind, "The Snape today must have been disguised by someone else. Through the compound potion, the real Snape has been killed."

Ron became more and more excited as he spoke, "We will never be tortured by old bats again!"

No one paid attention to Ron, he had a rich imagination and would always come up with some crazy things.

Speaking of Snape, Harry thought of the figure he had seen walking up the stairs in a green cape on Halloween.

"Maybe there are other reasons."

Harry fiddled with the movable joints on the chess pieces, "When Halloween was in the hallway, I thought I saw Professor Snape go upstairs."

Hermione lifted her head buried in the book, "Dumbledore took the professors to capture the trolls, didn't he go to the basement with him?"

Ron sat up, pretending to be deep, and then said in a deep tone: "I think there must be an ulterior conspiracy in it."

Harry thought of the room on the left-hand side of the corridor on the fourth floor, where the mysterious items that Hagrid took out of the Gringotts vault were stored, and Dumbledore sent the three-headed dog Fluffy to guard them.

Troll, Snape.Harry had a vague guess in his mind.

"What do you think, Loren?"

Harry looked at Loren. Although Harry and Ron didn't know about the werewolf, they all knew that Loren would go to Snape's office every Friday. "Have you noticed anything wrong with Snape?"

Loren knew that it should be Snape who went upstairs to check the situation of the Philosopher's Stone and guard against Quirrell.But Loren didn't intend to tell anyone. After experiencing the giant monster, he didn't want to get involved in the plot, and no one knew what the result of his butterfly would be.

He is still a first-year little wizard, so it's important to focus on development first.

"Why don't you ask Snape yourself tonight?"

Loren didn't raise his head, "Did you forget that Dumbledore asked us to go to Professor Snape for confinement?"

"Merlin, this will keep me in a panic all afternoon." Ron felt that the sugar in his mouth was no longer sweet, "I really hope Madam Pomfrey will leave me in the school infirmary later to get through the night .”

Ron was the most seriously injured, and when he was discharged from the hospital, Madam Pomfrey asked him to go back for a check-up at the weekend.

The thoughts in Harry's mind were also shattered by the news, "I don't feel like I'll live long!"

Harry wailed, "If Snape injects me with poison and asks you to prepare the antidote, you must notify Professor McGonagall as soon as possible."

"I will miss you forever, Harry." Ron looked at Harry affectionately.

Hermione looked at the two people playing tricks, and rolled her eyes in disgust, "This is a school, even for Dumbledore's sake, it's impossible to poison you!"

Loren put down the parchment in his hand, intending to change the subject, "What are your plans for the afternoon?"

Ron answered first: "I'm going to see Madam Pomfrey for a review." This was agreed before he was discharged from the hospital.

Harry hesitated for a while, "I'm going to see Hagrid. He heard that I was injured and has been very worried about me."

"I'm going to check my homework this week." Hermione wasn't too worried about the confinement, no points were deducted, and she didn't have to be expelled, what kind of punishment was that.

(End of this chapter)